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"Eh-hem!" the local Venture-Captain calls attention to his lodge and steps atop a stool, still only meeting the taller folks in the crowd at eye-level. "Oh good, there are so many new agents here! Well, it has been some time but I've got quite the opportunity for some of our newer agents if they are up for it!"
Trotter begins his lecture, an all-too-familiar professorial tone entering the archaeologist's voice. "As many of you know, decades ago, the merchant nation of Druma anticipated a wave of migrants and built the city Alabastrine to accommodate them. The mass migration never happened. Always seeking a return on investment, Druma recently began auctioning off control of the city to the highest bidders and wealthiest entrepreneurs for five years at a time. The next auction begins soon, and the powerful Aspis Consortium gold agent Myrosype—an enemy of the Society responsible for countless Pathfinders’ deaths—is poised to take control of the whole city for her own nefarious ends. Luckily, the Society has secured a few invitations for a handful of agents to attend the auction. Come see me if this sounds like the type of mission you'd like to help with!"
Trotter then puts his spectacles back on and shuffles a few papers. "Oh yes! And this is one that will require some of our more experienced agents." He takes off the glasses and begins again, "Coincidentally, this also concerns an auction but one far more devious. I am sure that most of you have heard about the high-ranking kidnap during the attack on the Grand Lodge this past year. Well, the Society has tracked the kidnapped to another plane of existence, where his captor is preparing to sell her prize to a host of otherworldly bidders. Of course, the Ten would like some agents to intervene and retrieve our agent before this can happen. Please come see me if you think you can help!"
"Alright, then." The cloaked figure coughs a bit before continuing. "You six!"
"Go to the location here to begin your investigation."
After they leave, he approaches another six. "You are a bit more...experienced. I've sent that group off on child's errands. But I'm certain in your ability."
"Your journey begins here." Go, quickly!
As the second group leaves, the figure chuckles to himself. "The Mana Wastes have proven themselves to be quite valuable..."
An older halfling with a large mustache comes in pushing a mop. He looks out of place among the fine warriors and wizards filling the room. After awhile he looks up and clears his throat.
"Scruffy heard some folks needed some help o'er at some kinda' Emerald Spire." He shrugs, clearly not concerned.
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"Oh wow!" Trotter exclaims as he looks over the list of applicants. "I wish I could send you all, this Lodge has so many talented agents. But the Decemvirate have asked me to hold back and only send what is necessary so I have chosen just a set of you for each mission. Come see me for details!"
- Lithrac
- Rogar Valertis
- Chadius
- Valjoen_KC
- RyckyRych
- Gilthanis
- RyckyRych
- Michael Hallet
- Orionbasher
- JamesMartin
- qstor
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A striking young lady with a riot of flowing blue locks glides into the common room with the practiced grace of a dancer. Her Varisian skirts flutter showily in a dazzling rainbow of pastel colors and a cheerful chorus of tiny bells accompany her every step. She stops in the middle of the room, her arm raised in an artful pose and she clears her voice briefly before launching into a melodic speech.
"Your attention, I must beg, good Pathfinders. An experienced team has gone missing in the unknown reaches of the Zho Mountains. Volunteers for a search party are requested to meet with Venture-Captain Esmayl ibn Qaradi in Qadira. Please, do not delay!" She bows and moves swiftly to tack the information up on the board.
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An exceptionally pretty man is quietly tapping a well-crafted drum on his right hip as he sits at the counter, watching the patrons.
He is apparently clad in Taldan finery, a well-crafted glaive across his shoulders--
"Rae! Pssst! Rae. Rae! RAE! WAKE UP, RAE!" The tone is proper, but there's something 'off' about it, a slight 'twang' of metal screeching hidden in the words.
That seemed to come from a scabbard on the dashing fellow's left hip. The man looks a bit scandalized and straightens up a bit, patting the hilt of the blade absently as he looks at the recently posted request for personnel.
"We really need to work on your presentation. You don't win a crowd by yelling at them, after all. That's not very talented."
He heads on out to arrange for transport to Qadira...
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The songbird known to audiences and fellow performers as the bluedove, gathers the group. "Wait, Miss... um ...ter. Your transportation has been arranged. Please go to the meeting place as soon as you can. Take care and good luck!"
"I need a handful of agents that know there way around the Puddles", Venture-Captain Stormeye shouts as she makes his way down his clipboard.
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A short male human steps through the door discreetly. He pauses at the entrance, looking around. His features and dressing mark him as hailing from the lands of Tien, although he is more tanned than usual. Over his simple flowing robes and sandals, he is wearing a leather lamellar. Interestingly, his robes and long hair are continuously tossed about by gusts of winds around him. Padding softly across the floor, he approaches the recruiting table.
"Greetings. My name is Xuan Fung, but most here in the west refer to me as Fung. I was directed to this lodge..." He ends quite abruptly, somewhat unsure of himself. There's only a whiff of an accent when he speaks,
The woman in the mask comes in, holding her clipboard. "I have a rather odd request. I need..." she peers at the paper with a perplexed expression on her face, to make sure she's reading this right.
"It appears that I need six tengus to go to the fishing village of Ilsurian on a simple errand for Sheila Heidmarch. Are any tengus possibly available for this?"
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A halfling crashes through the door wearing a fancy tuxedo covered in dirt, tar ad other various forms of muck. His eyes look panicked and his voice quavers. There be.... there be...... there be four goblins! He screeches as he points out the door.
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Unless I am told otherwise by the powers that be, it is my understanding that individuals can run We B4 Goblins as long as they picked up the physical, published by Paizo module from an FLGS during Free RPG Day.
Venture-Officers and other PFS Coordinators CANNOT run it outside of the FLGSs that participated in Free RPG Day until the 30 day grace-period has passed, due to Paizo's contract with the Free RPG Day guys. (After July 18th, 2016 it is free game for everyone.)
But, individuals who picked up a physical, published copy from an FLGS during Free RPG Day can run it whenever they like. [The PDF sent out by Paizo does not count for this - it must be the actual physical, published by Paizo paper product.]
You do not get the special boon that you get for running it on actual Free RPG Day inside a participating FLGS - but otherwise you should be good to go.
If I hear otherwise, I will let you know ASAP.
You guys have fun,
- Jesse
Jesse R. Davis [IronHelixx]
PFS Venture-Captain, Online Play
Jesse@PathfinderSocietyOnline.com
http://PathfinderSocietyOnline.com
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Not exactly. (I guess I could have worded the above post better)
It's not the fact that you are a PFS Coordinator/VA/VL/VC/RVC - it's that you can't use the free PDF that Paizo sent you to run it for Free RPG Day as a Venture-Officer/PFS Coordinator to run it anywhere except the participating FLGSs.
And no one can run it outside of a participating FLGS in an official capacity as part of an official event (like a convention or gameday) until the general availability date, no matter what material is used to run it.
But, if you picked up a physical module from an FLGS on Free RPG Day you can run it as an individual, on your own, all you want.
Hope that made more sense.
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A well dressed, clean elf with blond hair and timeless blue eyes enters the Flaxseed Lodge. He cannot suppress a smile when he sees the hall full of young Pathfinders ready to set out on an assignment. He finds his way to the Venture-Captain and addresses him respectfully.
"Greetings, Trotter. I've come to visit while on my way to Kyonin, where I am to found a lodge of my own. Have you seen Atum? I was wondering how he was faring since our last adventure. In any case, Master Shaine asked me to find new recruits for the Society, and I wondered if you had formed some new agents ready to undertake their confirmation? Do you mind if I post this?" he politely asks as he produces a note written elegantly.
Do you seek the thrill of adventure? Do you wish to travel across Golarion and see its wonders for yourself? Enlist now! New recruits are welcome to apply at the Grand Lodge of the Pathfinder Society in Absalom.
Explore, Report, Cooperate!
"Hey!!!!!Listen!!!!" A mysterious ball of light comes flying down.
"I am looking for initiate's for a series of adventures. So please follow me over to the posting board and sign up. I'll shall contact you with-in the fortnight and contact everyone who has been selected for the missions" The ball of light leads the way through the crowd and impacts onto a piece of parchment.
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The Venture Captain, Baron Darkmask of the the Hellknight Signifiers of the Order of the Godclaw walks in. Blood red cape seemingly always covering his form until he brushes it back behind a chair.
Calling for a dwarven ale, he sit there contemplating his last mission, and how some things should be illegal, and those that created them drawn and quartered.
I say, what does one have to do around here to get his underlings a good job with adventure?
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A silver-haired elf, pale, with light blue streaks running through his hair, walks into the room. He looks around, notes the crowd, and walks to an open space near a wall. He presses his finger to the wall and a shining blue dot appear. He smiles, happy with himself in the knowledge that he will now know when things are happening in this lodge. He takes a seat, and waits.
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A dark-haired elf walks in and looks at all the people. Mumbling to himself as he tries to find an empty seat at a table, he makes sure that his journal and writing utensils are still secure in his bag. He finally sits down and uses his arm to wipe off the table top before pulling out his journal and taking note of all the goings on around him, waiting for his shot at making history.
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A dark-skinned human strides proudly into the lodge, the pauldrons of his gleaming new breastplate decorated with a Mwangi tribal symbol of the sun. He takes a seat near the elven bard who had arrived just ahead of him and introduces himself.
"Good day, fellow Pathfinder! I am called M'boka. I am just getting started in this Society, and my only experience so far was not exactly my finest hour, but I am looking forward to my next opportunity to serve alongside my fellow agents. Perhaps we could join a mission together sometime?"
The man's accent is strong, but clearly understood, and the look in his eyes shows the pride and determination of a man of great stature.
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A well groomed Elven man follows M'boka into the lodge and looks around with a happy go lucky smile as he listens to the holy man speak as if waiting his turn.
"Woah busy night in here! I hope there's enough work to go around for all of us, am I right? If not I guess some drink and a great story could pass the time."
He then starts scanning the room for some sort of waiter or tender to place an order.
"Oh ya, name's Mr Pepper, master of the arcane arts, and a freshly minted Pathfinder... well I guess I haven't gotten my certificate yet, but I'm sure I passed."
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A tired half-orc with a tattered red cape and floppy hat walks into the lodge and sits down at the bar. "Ale please."
He plunks a few coins down, chugs the ale, then seemingly energized stands up strums a chord on his lute.
"Seems as though a book has gone missing... An ancient tale of the grim war between Nex and Geb! Such histories should never be forgotten... the work of the great bards must be treasured! Who can I enlist to help recover this text?"
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Asato steps into the lodge, wiping dust off himself as he walks.
"You all would not BELIEVE wha...", he begins before noticing the large crowd in the room.
Huh, this place is more popular than I thought. Guess the stories of the place are true. May be hard to find work with this many people though. Hmm. Eh, guess there's nothing to do but cozy up to some folk
He sits down next to a dwarf that appears to bearing some sort of...
That can't be cow hide, is it?
"Care for a drink love?"
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A large bear of a man bedecked in well used fullplate stomps into the lodge. He looks around with barely concealed contempt before deciding on a course of action.
"Alright you worthless vagrants! Listen up."
He absentmindedly waves a folded up piece of parchment.
"I got word from Venture-Captain Shevala Iorae, up in Skyreach. She's looking for a team willing to travel to the River Kingsdoms."
He unfurls the scroll in his hand, and gives it a brief glance.
"Something about gathering the pieces of a fabled falchion. Oh and a curse of some sort. Any of you maggots up for the job?"
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"August, Gerald, and Fandral, report in to the Pathfinder lodge of Almas! There you will meet the rest of your travelling companions."
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A tall hooded half-orc with tribal tattoos steps into the the lodge. Apparently annoyed to run small errands like this, he merely walks to the notice board and pins the scroll to it, then leaves outright.
The scroll barely hangs on the board, but somehow manages to stay put.
We are mounting a search and rescue expedition into the Cairnlands. One of our operatives did not report from his mission there. We have 2 agents provided by the society ready, though we feel we could use more for the job. Safety in numbers and all.
The job is in an old collapsed fort, so you can satisfy your historian or archaeologist needs there, if you have any.
Suitable candidates are to report to the Eagle Garrison near the Copperwood gate by tomorrow morning.
Q: Standard or Core?
A: This will be a standard game.
Q: How many people do you need?
A: For the time being, we are looking for 4 people. If we have a bucket of applicants, I might run a second table. That would increase the number to 10.
Q: What levels are you looking for?
A: This is a scenario for level 1 characters. As such, I will favour those. If we are short (somehow), I might let a few level 2's in.
Q: How will the game be paced?
A: I usually post several times a day. I would prefer if players could post at least once per day. I hate to bot people.
Q: This FAQ is pretty short. What if I have more questions?
A: Sucks to be you, I guess. Drop me a PM if it's something you can't google... somehow.